A Shocking Dream

Chapter 153

But now, those scenes of life that were once so ordinary have become a distant and unattainable luxury. She is trapped in this strange and unknown world, and the way home seems to be swallowed by endless darkness.

Memories of the past came flooding back like a tide, and a trace of sadness and regret flashed in his eyes.

She had once firmly believed that Lin Bingshuang's last wish was simply to resolve the misunderstanding between her and Qin Rongchen, allowing the truth of their relationship, sealed by time, to see the light of day again. She had fully believed that as long as the secrets of the past were revealed, all the entanglements of love and hate would dissipate, like mist blown away by the wind.

Yet, at that moment, she bitterly realized how shallow and naive she had been. Lin Bingshuang, the gentle yet resilient woman in her memory, was she carrying more than just a romantic relationship? On her fragile shoulders, she bore the weight of her family's rise and fall, the honor and disgrace of her nation, and the deepest hatred of her nation. It was an unspeakable weight that penetrated her bones, like a towering mountain, suffocating her.

National hatred, family feud—those four weighty words, like a sharp blade, shattered the illusions she had long cherished. She gazed at the distant horizon, where the smoke of past wars still lingered. In the face of the vast tide of history and the righteousness of family and nation, personal love and hate seemed insignificant, a drop in the ocean.

"Lin Wunian, ah Lin Wunian, you think too little of Lin Bingshuang," she muttered, her voice shattered by the wind. Once, she had believed that Lin Bingshuang's world was nothing but romantic love, that resolving the knot between her and Qin Rongchen would fulfill her last wish. But now, she had finally woken up from her dream.

Recalling the days of war, Lin Bingshuang, a female general of the Snow Nation, resolutely set aside all personal feelings in the face of national crisis. As the enemy's cavalry surged across the border like a surging tide, she, clad in silver armor and holding a longsword, stood atop the city walls. Her resolute gaze, like an eternal flame burning on the icy plains, led the Snow Nation's warriors in a valiant resistance, each swing of her sword laced with fearless determination.

On the eve of the final decisive battle, she, already gravely wounded, remained at the forefront. The city's inhabitants urged her to evacuate, but she simply shook her head. Her smile betrayed her loyalty to her country and her duty to her people. "I was born a general of the Snow Nation, and I shall die as its soul," she whispered, then charged without hesitation toward the thickest point of enemy host. Her presence on the battlefield was like the most brilliant aurora, fleeting yet breathtaking. Ultimately, she sacrificed her life to secure a glimmer of hope for the Snow Nation.

Tears welled up in Lin Wunian's eyes, her heart riven with regret. How shallow and ignorant she had been in the past, foolishly assuming that Lin Bingshuang's world was filled with only the lingering romance of love. She was consumed with self-blame, only now realizing that, amidst the tumultuous tide of history, Lin Bingshuang, despite her frail frame, had proudly stood at the forefront of the raging war. She was the protector of the Snow Country, the beacon of hope for her people. For the peace of her country and the well-being of her people, she unhesitatingly plunged into life-or-death battles, completely disregarding personal feelings and life itself. Yet, she had long overlooked this immensely great side of her, lingering in her misconceptions for so long.

Lin Wunian regretted his shallowness at this moment, and ignored the great side of Lin Bingshuang. Lin Wunian wiped away his tears, wondering why she was so sentimental recently.

Lin Wunian sat in the quiet room, the flickering candlelight reflecting her turbulent state. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the image of Lin Bingshuang grew ever clearer in her mind. She was a female general standing proudly amidst the flames of war, her figure slender and her gaze resolute, disregarding life and death for her country and her people.

I once thought that Lin Bingshuang was only obsessed with the romantic relationship between her and Qin Rongchen, and that helping her resolve the misunderstanding would comfort her soul in heaven. It was not until I accidentally thought of the white hair on my head, saw Lin Bingshuang's glorious military exploits on the battlefield, and saw her courageous responsibility when the country was on the verge of danger, that I realized how wrong I was.

"How could I be so foolish?" Lin Wunian whispered to herself, but at that moment, she suddenly felt something strange. She had never been one to cry easily, but lately, her emotions had often taken over. She stood up and paced, pondering the source of this inexplicable emotion. Was it because of the deep guilt she felt towards Lin Bingshuang? Or was there some unknown force quietly influencing her mind?

Lin Wunian walked to the window, the night breeze ruffling her hair. She looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her emotions gradually calming down from her previous regret. Just as she was about to turn back to the house, she caught a glimpse of a strange white shadow out of the corner of her eye.

Lin Wunian took a closer look and gasped. He saw a woman in white sprinting across the eaves, like a flash of white lightning streaking through the night sky. Her figure was so lithe that it seemed as if it could float on the wind, yet her speed was astonishingly fast. Each step on the tiles made only a slight rustling sound, like the grim reaper pacing the rooftops. The moonlight flickered in and out, and the woman in white appeared and disappeared in the interplay of light and darkness, as if she were traveling between the realms of yin and yang. Her long hair fluttered wildly, like black silk dancing in the wind, adding a touch of horror.

Suddenly, she slammed on the brakes and turned sharply. Her pale face was clearly visible in the moonlight, her large eyes filled with fear and anxiety, as if she were being pursued by a vast army. Then, she tapped her toes and sprinted forward again, her body leaning forward, almost parallel to the roof, like an arrow shot from a bow.

A woman in white scurried across the eaves, ghostlike and light. Her white dress stood out in the dim moonlight, her sleeves fluttering, as if untouched by worldly affairs. Lin Wunian's scalp instantly tingled, her heart lurching as she blurted out, "Holy crap! This is terrifying, this late at night!" Her eyes widened, wondering if she was hallucinating from missing Lin Bingshuang so much. But the figure of the woman in white seemed so real, darting across the rooftops, glancing back from time to time, as if being pursued, yet also as if searching for something.

At that moment, a man in black suddenly appeared behind the woman in white. In an instant, the atmosphere became tense. The man in black was like a black whirlwind, carrying an endless aura of murderous intent as he swept towards the woman in white. Every step he took on the tiles felt like a hammer hitting a drum. Unable to withstand the force, the tiles crackled with a sound, and the debris flew across the night sky, gleaming coldly.